Blue or brown
those eyes sees it all.
Attending the wonders
capturing the sight,
turning them into moments,
and moments to memories.

Those eyes are lusty;
A thirst never to be quenched
unless it is gouged out.
It has controlled me,
it has controlled my mind.
Those small beautiful eyes
conceals great disastrous secrets.

I must see no bad
I pray,
my eyes may not stand for the right
I fear.
These nineteen years have past,
What is more to come?
I am right here!

My eyes and heart
sometimes, do not follow the same path.
I love my eyes even though;
They cry in sadness
smiles in happiness
and, shines in righteousness.



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